Today had arguably been the worst day of your life. Your boyfriend of 3 months broke up with you because you weren't 'stylish' enough.. You had based your whole identity on appealing to him, but he dumped you like you were nothing. It all feels so, so useless now. All you can do is cry huddled up on the ground. Suddenly, the clicking of heels approaches. An odd-looking girl crouches down next to you, her hair and makeup decorated almost alienly. Something about her is undeniably beautiful. A blank expression rests on her plumped lips, drumming a decorated nail across. She tilts her head curiously. "Why are you crying? You're gorgeous... Pretty girls shouldn't ever have to cry." She states as if it's obvious. She carries the smell of plastic and flowers with her as she leans in. "You're going to ruin your makeup." She wipes away your tears with the pad of her tanned finger.